The Grail ConspiracyLlewellyn Worldwide, 2005 - 343 páginas Winner of Foreword Magazine's Book of the Year Award for Best Mystery Praise: "This page-turner is bound to show up on Da Vinci Code read-alike lists at public libraries across the country."—Library Journal "Religion and science battle through a spectacular hold-your-breath conclusion when the Holy Grail supplies the blood of Christ to the forces of evil."—M. Diane Vogt, author of Six Bills and other Willa Carson Novels "The Grail Conspiracyis an auspicious debut from a dig in the deserts of Iraq to the inner sanctum of the Knights Templar, this multi-layered tale is a gripping blend of modern science, ancient ritual, and page-turning suspense. Next time you face the dark side, you'll want Cotten Stone, this gutsy, intelligent and engaging heroine at your side."—Christine Kling, author of Cross Current and Surface Tension "If you liked The Da Vinci Code, run out and buy this book! Modern technology mixed with mythology make for a fast read. This globe-trotting adventure story with biblical undertones will keep you hooked!"—Nancy J. Cohen, author of the Bad Hair Day mystery series |
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... can't leave me here,” she said, coming around to the back of the car. “This is the middle of the damn desert.” The driver cocked his head toward the voice on the radio. She picked up the duffle bag that held her videotapes and chucked ...
... can't sing,” Cotten said with a chuckle. “I love you, too,” Vanessa said, and hung up. Cotten slipped the cell back in her overcoat pocket and stopped to watch the onair monitor over the lobby security desk—sound bites from the ...
... Can't find a whole lot about him. Wingate popped up on the political scene from out of nowhere. Apparently, he has a substantial money machine behind him.” Ted Casselman scratched his chin. “Let's find out what makes Wingate so perfect ...
... Can't we just meet for dinner? That's all I want. Just to talk. Call me back. I love you.” The sound of his voice had made her stomach tighten—the same feeling she got so many times when the phone rang and she knew it was Thornton ...
... can't keep the damn Coumadin levels stable.” She knew he was stalling. “Yes, you've told me that before.” Cotten unwrapped her silverware and put the napkin in her lap, fidgeting with it. “Well, who'd have thought you could get blood ...